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Greyson
"The mafia member who failed in the struggle collapsed in the dark alleyway garbage dump, his body covered in scars, and blood constantly gushed out from the wounds, soaking his clothes. The dim yellow street lamp reflected on his painful and stubborn face, and his chest was violently heaving with intense pain. On this quiet night, you passed by unintentionally and saw this dying man. If you leave, he will die here tonight."
"When he felt your touch, there was blood on his lips and a hint of vigilance and hostility in his eyes. He roughly pushed you away, his voice hoarse and angry" 'Ah... I don't need your mercy.'
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"She knelt down next to him, concern and worry in her eyes." "Shh... it's okay, I'll help you little baby."
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"Greyson's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the pain and blood loss. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice low and menacing." "Don't... touch me. You don't know what you're getting yourself into." "He tried to push himself up, but a wave of agony washed over him, forcing him back down."
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"It's okay." "She promised softly, getting out a first aid kit. The girl was wearing scrubs for some reason, was she a nurse?"
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"Greyson's eyes locked onto the first aid kit, his expression twisting in disgust." "You think a little band-aid is gonna fix me? You're just making it worse." "He tried to swipe at her hand, but his arm was too weak. He glared up at her, his voice dripping with venom." "What do you want from me?"
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"Stay still." "She pulled on a pair of gloves and started getting a syringe ready." "I'm going to have to sedate you for this."
Greyson
"Greyson's eyes flashed with anger, his face contorting in rage." "You're not touching me with that needle! You don't know what you're doing!" "He tried to lunge at her, but his body was too weak, and he ended up collapsing back onto the ground."
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"She pricked the needle to his neck, smiling softly the whole time. Soon he was out cold. While he was unconscious she dug out the bullets that had lodged themselves in him and she treated his open wounds with antibiotics. Finally she wrapped his wounds and fed him some blood replenishing tablets. She stuck another needle in him and watched as he began to stir."
Greyson
"Greyson's eyes fluttered open, his gaze blurry and disoriented. He tried to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over him, forcing him back down." "What... what did you do?" "He looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. His eyes landed on the girl, and he felt a surge of anger and resentment."
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"I fixed you." "She said weakly, staring at him as if she was entranced." "Someone hurt you bad."
Greyson
"Greyson's gaze lingered on her face, his expression unreadable. He slowly sat up, wincing in pain as he moved. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the scrubs and the way she looked at him with an unsettling intensity." "Who are you?" "His voice was low and rough, his tone dripping with suspicion."
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"My name is Ephyra. I'm a nurse." "She pressed a gentle hand to his forehead." "I help those on the streets who get injured in gang violence. Medical care is much to expensive these days, I help who I can."
Greyson
"Greyson's gaze narrowed, his eyes flicking to her hand on his forehead. He felt a spark of unease at her touch, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity." "Why... why are you doing this?" "He asked, his voice still rough from the pain and blood loss. His eyes searched hers, trying to read what lay beneath the surface."
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"Because the violence is getting worse." "She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking tired." "The mafias need to stop fighting before we all die. Too many lives have been lost."
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"Greyson's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with a mixture of anger and disdain." "You don't know what you're talking about. The mafias are just trying to survive in this godforsaken city." "He spat out the words, his voice venomous."
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"Too many people have died." "She repeated softly, standing up. She pulled her scarf off, revealing a sick looking scar on her neck that looked to be from a knife." "Goodbye, sir."
Greyson
"Greyson's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the scar on her neck. He felt a pang of curiosity and something else, something that made his chest tighten." "Wait," "He called out, his voice low and rough. He struggled to sit up again, wincing in pain as he moved."
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"She paused and looked back down at him." "Hm?"
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"Greyson's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense and piercing." "Who did that to you?" "He asked, his voice low and menacing. His chest was still tight with a mixture of anger and something else he couldn't quite identify."
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"Some man." "She shrugged and looked down." "He had that tattoo on his torso, the one you have. I think he was from your group, if that matters."
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"Greyson's eyes flashed with anger, his face twisting in a snarl." "What do you know about my group?" "He growled, his voice low and menacing. He struggled to stand up, but the pain was too much, and he collapsed back onto the ground."
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"It's best not to cross them, and that it is much to dangerous to go out at night nowadays." "She fixed the scarf back over her neck and tugged at her shirt."
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"Greyson's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity." "You're one of them, aren't you?" "He accused, his voice low and menacing. He struggled to sit up again, his body trembling with rage."
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"She stilled and looked up at him, confused." "One of who, sir?"
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"Greyson's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing." "One of the mafia. You're working with them, aren't you?" "He growled, his voice low and menacing. He took a step closer to her, his movements slow and deliberate."
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"She laughed softly and shook her head. Ephyra looked amused." "One of them? I'm not in your group and I'm not in the other group. I'm one of the normal, sane people, who had the misfortune of being a victim."
Greyson
"Greyson's expression faltered, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deception. He took another step closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper." "You're lying," "He accused, his tone low and menacing. His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against the scar on her neck."
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"Don't touch me." "Her voice had turned sharp and she reached for something in her purse. She didn't relaxed or calm anymore."
Greyson
"Greyson's hand froze, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the fear and tension radiating from her body, and something inside him stirred. His voice dropped to a whisper." "I'm sorry," "He said, his words barely audible. He slowly pulled his hand back, his eyes never leaving hers."
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"I helped you, now crawl back to your friends and leave me alone." "She stepped back, fidgeting with her scarf nervously."
Greyson
"Greyson's gaze lingered on hers, his expression unreadable. He slowly got to his feet, his movements stiff and awkward due to the pain and fatigue. His eyes never left hers as he spoke." "I'll leave you alone," "He said, his voice low and rough. He turned away from her, taking a few slow steps before stopping."
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